My heart skips with great expectation when I look beyond the hills.
I see a lovely rainbow so vibrant, so alive, and so promising. As I close my eyes I somehow feel the texture of it. The rainbow is soft and smooth as grapes. The smell is as fresh linen in the month of May.
Oh how I long to lay freely over the rainbow.
I had a dream about it just the other day. I sat on the dock of a bay, with my feet dangling in the ocean. Oh how lovely the ocean appeared to me.
As I looked into the water, there it was…. A rainbow appeared, so vibrant, so alive, and so promising. Again my heart skipped with great expectation.
The day will come, soon enough when waiting will be no more.
Until then, I will look beyond the hills.
Lovely poem š
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